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take (me) out. 

miya osamu x f!reader.

wc: 2.2k, fluff.

how you go from being a regular at onigiri miya to regularly grabbing takeout for you and the restaurant owner. 

for @keiyoomi​, happy holidays dear! sorry it’s a little late, but i hope you can enjoy it some. much love, your hqc secret santa ♡ 

“let me buy you a meal.” 

osamu presses his palms to the table as he leans forward. the 30 inch table hitting your thighs is big enough to seat four and yet it’s a barrier that dissolves as soon as his nose is less than a few inches away from yours. 

he peers at you through his eyelashes. “come on. a treat for my favorite customer.” his voice is all things low and enticing, luring you in like a siren.  

your eyes are threatening to roll but they can’t seem to tear away from him. one way or another, you manage to rasp out, “i’ll think about it.” 

he’s far too close. too close, so much that you think he’ll be able to hear your pulse skyrocket. yeah, the food is amazing, but you stick around for the sort-of-friend and extremely attractive owner who’s got you trapped in his clutches.   

the corner of his lips curve up. “so it’s a date then?” 

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imagine being too small to even reach Rintarō's lips on your tip toes so he always has to lean down when you want kisses. he always teases you about it just to see you pout angrily; when you turn away from him saying, "fine, be like that," with a huff, he chuckles—only then will he pull you closer telling you that you can have your kisses already.

"i don't want 'em anymore," you'd stubbornly say, but when he captures your lips to his in a slow, soft kiss, you can't help but melt into him and give in.

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Smol tsumtsum

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▸ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. (ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇꜱ). ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ▸ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ!!, ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ, ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴏᴛ, ꜱʜᴏᴋᴜɢᴇᴋɪ ɴᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴀ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ. ▸ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: 1/?

▸ blurred lines | i. hajime × f!reader | slight angst, fluff | +1.5k words

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one of your favorite blogs??? ✪ ω ✪ i’m glad to know that you love it!!!!

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Blurred Lines 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Iwaizumi Hajime × F!Reader 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬: 1.5k+ words | slight angst, some fluff | lots of time skip 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your relationship with Iwaizumi Hajime is quite blurry. You’ve never broken up before he left to study overseas, but you weren’t in a long distance relationship either. Until he decided to return to Japan.  𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi, @sckyie​! I hope that you’ll like this one. I know this is far from the one you asked for, but I still hope that you’ll like it! Enjoy!

“I won’t apologize for making you stay behind today,” Iwaizumi began while the two of you were walking towards the main gate of Aoba Johsai. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning to stay behind either, but…” he sighs while scratching the back of his head. “… there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

The two of you stood next to each other while waiting for the traffic lights to turn red. There was a comforting silence between the two of you. Neither of you dared to say a word—more like you’d rather keep your lips sealed as you wait for him to say what he’s been keeping for so long.

For almost two minutes of silence, you suddenly felt his warm hand holding yours. His hands were bigger than yours, but as you properly intertwined your fingers with each other. You know that your relationship with Aoba Johsai’s ace is about to change.

At least, that’s what you both thought until he received the acceptance letter from California. It turned out that a long distance relationship is harder than you two had expected.

Iwaizumi was hesitant when you two were discussing whether you should stay in a relationship or if you should take some time off. But a few months later, you two just lost that spark.

That was years ago.

And this is now.

❧

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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Blurred Lines

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Iwaizumi Hajime × F!Reader

𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬: 1.5k+ words | slight angst, some fluff | lots of time skip

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your relationship with Iwaizumi Hajime is quite blurry. You've never broken up before he left to study overseas, but you weren't in a long distance relationship either. Then, he decided to return to Japan. 

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi, @sckyie​! I’m your Secret Santa! (✿◕‿◕✿) I hope that you’ll like this one. I know this is far from the one you asked for, but I still hope that you’ll like it! Enjoy! 

Special note: Thank you for beta reading this one, @writeiolite​!!! It really made this one better. ✪ ω ✪

“I won’t apologize for making you stay behind today,” Iwaizumi began while the two of you were walking towards the main gate of Aoba Johsai. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning to stay behind either, but. . .” he sighs while scratching the back of his head. “. . . there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

The two of you stood next to each other while waiting for the traffic lights to turn red. There was a comforting silence between the two of you. Neither of you dared to say a word—more like you’d rather keep your lips sealed as you wait for him to say what he’s been keeping for so long.

For almost two minutes of silence, you suddenly felt his warm hand holding yours. His hands were bigger than yours, but as you properly intertwined your fingers with each other. You know that your relationship with Aoba Johsai’s ace is about to change.

At least, that’s what you both thought until he received the acceptance letter from California. It turned out that a long distance relationship is harder than you two had expected.

Iwaizumi was hesitant when you two were discussing whether you should stay in a relationship or if you should take some time off. But a few months later, you two just lost that spark.

That was years ago.

And this is now.

❧

“Technically speaking, you two are still in a relationship, right?” Oikawa began while looking at his best friend who’s busy rummaging the contents of his drawers. “I mean, neither of you deleted the photos you’ve shared online nor removed that in a relationship status. So, I assume that you’re still together.”

“Maybe? Maybe not?” he briefly replied. Iwaizumi sighs heavily before turning to his small table where he left his phone. “Fuck. I don’t think I have the right clothes to wear tomorrow. What should I wear?”

“You should wear the jeans you bought before coming home.” Oikawa cheekily raised his eyebrows while grinning. “Y/N-chan would definitely love to see you in those jeans.”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed as he glared at his best friend. “Y/N’s not like you, Shittykawa.”

“I’m hurt,” Oikawa replied. “I’m pretty sure she’ll like to see you wear anything. . . but she’ll probably love it if you’re not wearing anything.”

“That’s it!” Iwaizumi’s voice rose before reaching for his phone to end the phone call. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he added in a threatening way.

“Iwa-chan, wait! You’ll pick up Makki tomorrow, okay?” Oikawa reminded him. “Y/N’s still trying to get her driver’s license.”

“Okay. Later.”

Iwaizumi threw his phone on his bed before rubbing his face with his hands in frustration. “What should I wear?”

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“Hi.”

One word and a charming smile.

It’s been five years since he moved to California to study and yet Iwaizumi Hajime still has that same effect on you. You were hoping that you’d be able to get over him, but to no avail, your feelings towards him still lingered over the years.

How would you be able to get over him when he’s still the same gentle person you met in high school? How could you possibly erase all of the memories you shared with him before he left?

“H-Hi,” you stuttered as you stood a few feet away from him, wearing the clothes you’ve chosen from last night. Choosing the best clothes to wear for that day wasn’t an easy feat. Not when you’re going to be inside the same car with the man who owned your heart for years. “It’s been a while.”

Hajime nodded his head in agreement. “I know,” he says before looking into your eyes. For a moment, you noticed how his eyes soften. Then, he cleared his throat. “Uh. . . Shall we. . .” he pursed his lips. “. . .shall we go?” he asked after composing himself.

“O-Oh. . . Yeah. . . Sure.”

He suddenly offered you his hand. You stare at it in confusion. Are you supposed to hold his hand? What if that’s not what he meant? Will you take the risk of embarrassing yourself in front of your crush? Probably.

“Uh. . .”

“L-Let me carry your bag.”

Oh.

“Thank you,” you said as you forced a smile. You took the backpack strap off of your shoulders before handing it to him. Iwaizumi opened the car’s door for you to climb into the passenger seat.

Too afraid that you’d end up squeaking your response, you chose to purse your lips before smiling at him. Your blood rushed to your face as soon as he shut the door. You discreetly fan your face with your hand in an attempt to cool down your face.

(While he walked towards the driver’s seat, Iwaizumi rubbed his neck. Uncertain of how to react once the two of you are inside the car.)

You immediately composed yourself as soon as he opened the door and settled in the driver’s seat. As much as you wanted to appreciate the physical changes in his body, you chose not to.

“All set?” he asked. You nodded your head as you squeak a ‘yes’ before covering your lips. Iwaizumi chuckled before driving away from your place.

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After three and a half hours of listening to an old playlist that you two had created years ago, you’ve arrived at the rest stop near Miyagi. It was nostalgic, but, at the same time, it was also heartbreaking.

You leaned against the window and tried to keep yourself distracted by the cars passing next to you, but it wasn’t working.

Not when it’s quite a challenge to not look at him. The black sweater he wore accentuated his well-built body. Especially his biceps.

Oh, his biceps. His delectable biceps.

“So. . . how have you been?”

Your gaze shifted from his arms to his face. You immediately noticed the playful smile on his lips as if he knew what you were doing moments ago.

“I’m fine. . . uh. . . I recently joined the Schweiden Adlers’ team and met Tobio there. Oh, Toshi’s there too.” Then you giggled. “I remember telling Oikawa about it, but instead of congratulating me for getting that job, he told me that I was betraying him.”

“That’s Shittykawa for you,” he replied.

“How about you? I-uh. . . haven’t heard much about you since. . . then.”

Iwaizumi pursed his lips before sighing. “I’m still me,” he briefly said before clearing his throat. “I’m back for good.”

You glanced his way and caught him looking at you. “T-That’s. . . That’s amazing. . . great.”

You look away from him before wiping the tears from your eyes. It was difficult to put your feelings into words after hearing that news from him.

You were happy to know that he’ll be back for good. But. . .  there was also that fear of the unknown. You couldn’t help but wonder where you’ll be in his life from then on.

You’ve never broken up.

At least, that’s what you believe in for years. The two of you became too busy building your personal lives and careers that you two lost contact with each other. But now that he’s back. . . would he formally end what you two have? Had?

“Y/N. . .” he sighed. “. . . there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

The moment has come. The moment you’ve been dreading to come.

“Are we still together?”

“I’m not sure.” You faced him with glassy eyes. “Are we?”

Iwaizumi remained silent as he parked the car in an empty space. You wiped the tears from your eyes and unfastened your seatbelt.

You stormed out of the car and made your way towards the establishment. You couldn’t stand the silence between the two of you. You couldn’t accept the possibility of him formally ending what you have. . . had.

“Y/N.”

“Give me some space.”

“Listen to me!” Iwaizumi grabbed you by your wrist, forcing you to stop in your tracks. You looked at him with your bloodshot eyes. “Listen to me,” he repeated softly.

His hand cupped your cheeks. “For years, it’s always been you. It will always be you.” He gently rests his forehead against yours. “And I chose to come back here because of you.”

“What?” you asked with a shaky voice.

He pressed his lips against your forehead before pulling away. “I love you, Y/N. Always.”

At that moment, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back began to cascade your cheeks. “Why didn’t you say so immediately?” you asked while nuzzling your face against his chest.

Iwaizumi chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. “I’m sorry,” he said before kissing your forehead.

The warmth he gave you on that cold winter day remains up until today—years after that cringe-y stunt you two had pulled off in front of a souvenir shop.

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“Oi, Oikawa. Are you sure he’ll pick me up here? I’ve been waiting for hours, you know?” Hiro asked while sitting on the bench near the spot where they’d agreed to pick him up.

“I don’t—Oh.” Oikawa clears his throat before chuckling nervously. “They just arrived here.”

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Pro-hero masterlist

|Aizawa Shouta|

Crush Culture

You were certain that the crush you had years ago died out. But as you took up a position at your mother school, seeing the same person you crushed on seems to prove it otherwise.

Stay (modern magic au)

Two immortals kept running into each other in the span of centuries.

Attention (bnharem sever collab)

“Pay attention to me.”

Being friends with reader who has a video game quirk (hc)

Soft hcs (hc)

When you get inside after being out during winter for too long (drabble)

“Do you want me to save food for you?” (drabble)

|Takami Keigo/Hawks|

Paper Cranes

Your unconventional way of handling writer’s block caught the eyes of a certain bird boi.

I Miss You Most On Christmas

You loved Hawks and you could take the burden of being with someone of importance like him but you were feeling exceptionally lonely on Christmas.

Nothing and Everything

Hawks never wanted anything for his birthday, honestly. But wanting nothing was more difficult than anything with him being the no 2 hero.

Work of Art (nsfw)

Your boyfriend had a beautiful body hiding beneath those layers, you could not be blamed that you wanted to trascript that sight into actual art.

I’ve Got You Pegged (nsfw)

It’s pegging, y’all. There’s really nothing else I could say about it;)

Servant and the Red Chicken (fairytale au)

Rumours of the prince who suddenly disappeared casted a shadow across the palace. But that was none of your business, you were just a servant trying to make a living. Rather than the royal gossip, you would much get answers to why there was a loud chicken following you around the palace grounds.

Light As A Feather (nsfw)

You had always loved his wings. But it was this one particular morning when he realised just how much you loved his feathers.

A Night in Heaven (nsfw)(bnharem server collab)

You did not know what you were expecting when you signed up for a night in heaven with a stranger, but what you got was definitely better than what you had hoped for

Bodysuit (nsfw)

Your boyfriend lounged around like the tease he was in his working clothes and you had enough of it.

Satin & Lace (nsfw)

The only thing better than a man in lingerie is two men in lingerie.

Goodnight with Hawks (hc)

Hawks with a s/o who praises him on everything (hc)

Going to a karaoke bar with Hawks and Tokoyami (hc)

Nerdy s/o (hc)

Soft hcs (hc)

General sub!Hawks stuff (nsfw)(hc)

Taking care of s/o during their period (hc)

Hawks with a burlesque dancer s/o (nsfw)(hc+drabble)

Hawks’ s/o got hurt during a mission (drabble)

“You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me, I almost fell for it.” (drabble)

Hug and Comfort (drabble)

Pro hero!reader when Hawks turned to villainy (drabble)

Breeding (nsfw)(drabble)

The feeling of looking up at the sky to see that one brightest star and feel at awe because you normally can’t see any stars in the city (drabble)

When you smell the cookies baking in the oven after your arms are sore from beating the mixture till white and fluffy for 30 minutes (drabble)

The sound of cica chirping on a summer night (drabble)

The feeling of the first breath of cold air in the morning+When you walk home from the road you go on every day only to look up to see the sun setting and you are filled with awe of how breathtakingly beautiful such a scene you are used to seeing could be+ When you see people walking past you in the evening, your heart filled with an odd warmth knowing that these people are on the way home to the ones they love (drabble)

When you get back inside after being out during winter for too long (slight nsfw)(drabble)

“How could you betray me like this?” (drabble)

“We aren’t meant to be, can’t you tell?” (drabble)

Sub!Hawks being cocky at first (nsfw)(drabble)

Hiding reader in his house after “killing” them for the League (drabble)

Reader tugging themselves under his wings when they thought he was asleep (drabble)

Tying him up and teasing him with a feather (nsfw)(drabble)

Using cheesy pickup lines on his s/o (drabble)

Modeling for a couple’s clothing line with his crush (drabble)

Hiring another winged hero at his agency (drabble)

You were the nurse at the ward he was staying in (drabble)

Hawks visit nurse!reader at the hospital during patrol (nsfw)(drabble)

Late Night Cravings aka birb brought you nugs at night (drabble)

Pegging Hawks (again)  (nsfw)(drabble)

Going sub when you suck him off (nsfw)(drabble)

Lifted off the ground mid air against a wall (nsfw)(drabble)

Marking s/o up (nsfw)(drabble)

Alive aka making out with an adrenaline rush (slight nsfw)(drabble)

Being lured in by yokai!Hawks (nsfw)(drabble)(yokai au)

Watching the sun rise on a rooftop (drabble)

Anxious to see his kids while being in the hospital (drabble)

Ways to kiss a stupid bird during an epidemic (drabble)

Taking care of him in the hospital (drabble)

Museum (drabble)

|Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic|

Being friends with reader who has a video game quirk (hc)

|All Might|

Being friends with reader who has a video game quirk (hc)

|Toyomitsu Taishiro/Fatgum|

Soft hcs (hc)

The feeling of sinking into your bed after a long day (drabble)

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Paper Cranes

A/N: I know I said this about literally everything I write but this is self-indulgence af because please I just want someone to rant to when I have writer’s blocks (which is all the time) you get me? (Also, I’m not saying you have to do it but I’m def attaching a paper crane tutorial so everyone can get the whole iMmErSivE reading experience)

Pairing: Takami Keigo x reader

Description: Your unconventional way of handling writer’s block caught the eyes of a certain bird boi.

Word count: 3838

Warning: mentions of injuries/hospital

Playlist:

What’s My Age Again?//Blink-182 (This is a Hawks song you can’t convince me otherwise)

I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor//Artic Monkeys

The Next Time We Wed//The Fratellis

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You knew that there were more productive things you could be doing right now, sitting at the outdoor area of a cafe with a half-empty mug next to a laptop but your brain felt more like a pile of mush and every word you typed out in the last 20 minutes made you cringe, which was exactly why you stopped doing that all together.

Refusing to even look at the untouched word document on the laptop in front of you, you pulled out a pile of coloured square paper and started folding it in a routine you knew at the back of your head. You sighed as you stared at the small crane in your palm. Your odd habit of folding paper cranes whenever you got stuck on something came when you were so infuriated with not doing anything that you started toying around with the napkin provided by the cafe. After getting bored of bunching up the paper towel repeatedly, you started looking up easy origami tutorials to forge the sense that you actually did something and wasn’t wasting your time by making something presentable. You settled with the elementary school level crane and it became the only origami you were semi-decent at making. You kept all the cranes you made from your writing sessions at the cafe in a paper bag you carried around all the time. The bag was half full and you weren’t sure how to feel about it, knowing full well that it implied that you spent a lot of the time you planned to use on writing making little to no progress.

It had become a routine for you almost. Going to the cafe with your laptop and notes, ordering coffee with as much extra shots of espresso the shop offers, open your document, your brain stops working midway, shifting your focus to folding cranes as an outlet for your frustration and self-loathing. So productive, so good for your mental health-

“I thought you are supposed to be writing?”

Oh, all that and being interrupted by this oversized blonde pigeon.

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Your Smart Ideas - Oikawa x Reader

Pairing: Oikawa x f!reader

Genres and tropes: cute fluff, pining, childhood friends

Summary: Oikawa didn’t want you to call his sister Nee-san. So you had a solution.

Words: 1.2k

This is for Dyo (@loneveenas)! Surprise! I’m your Secret Santa. Merry Christmas! I hope you like it. ♥️ Even though the story isn’t Christmas themed. I really struggled to think of a story idea. lol.

*****

“Ahh~~~,” Oikawa leaned towards you with his mouth open, hoping you’d feed him with some of your lunch.

“Here you go, Tooru,” you said with a giggle. But the two of you were oblivious to the stares from your classmates until one of your friends said something.

“Uh….,” noted Makki. “Are you two dating or something?”

“Of course I’m dating Y/n-chan,” Oikawa replied with his sweet grin, his eyes still not leaving you.

“But have you two even talked to each other?” asked Matsukawa.

The two of you turned to them, blinking in confusion. After you both looked back at each other, you came to a realization.

“Wait, we’ve never talked to each other at school before?!” you asked Oikawa. He didn’t answer because he was shocked as well.

*****

You swung your legs with glee as you soared into the sky. “Nee-san!” you squealed. “Push me higher!”

The little Tooru sat on the swing next to you, complaining, “You’re not allowed to call her that! She’s my sister.”

“But nee-san said I could…,” you frowned.

You stuck to Oikawa’s older sister like glue because you thought she was really nice and pretty. Whenever the Oikawa siblings did anything in your neighbourhood, you peaked out of your window and ran outside whenever you saw them. You’d even chase after them while they rode their bikes, not bothered by not having one of your own.

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HEADING HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS — SUGAWARA, SUNA, OIKAWA, TANAKA, TENDOU

— BRINGING your boyfriend home for the holidays could end up a disaster, but it could also end up super sweet. 

— These are headcanons for the Haikyuhagakure server’s Secret Solstice Collab! My person was @mirakeul, so I hope you enjoy the following headcanons!

— Words: 1.6k — Genre: Fluff — Characters: Sugawara, Suna, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Tendou (all aged up!) x Gender Neutral!Y/N

Sugawara:

“Are you sure this is enough, (Y/N)? I’m scared I didn’t bring enough,” he says outside of the family home, right before you knock on the door.

“It’s fine! And they love wine, by the way, so your gift is perfect.” Oh, perfect Sugawara Koushi, never showing up to a gathering without bringing something for the host.

“Alright, if you insist!”

Right away, Suga introduces himself, tells them his occupation, and how grateful he is that they invited him over for dinner.

Your sibling looks over to you with a grin and whispers, “Mom’s going to love him. Maybe more than you do.”

“That’s the plan,” you whisper back. Of your parents, your mom was the tougher cookie, but she’d soon be cracked by Sugawara’s sweetness.

Of course, Suga helped out in the kitchen, chatting with your mom. When you tried to butt into their conversation, your mom shooed you away to go sit with your dad. You’ve been officially mom-zoned.

You can hear them chatting and you’re really happy that they’re getting along.

When your mom says dinner is ready, the family settles down around the table, with Koushi on your left and your mom on your right.

“This tastes wonderful! You did such a great job,” he tells your mom and she just laughs.

“You helped me too, so you did a great job as well.” 

Even though Suga gets painfully red from the wine he brought, he remains respectful. (Though, his right hand remains on your thigh for quite a while.)

Before you know it, it’s the end of the night and you’re starting to wrap things up.

“(Y/N), you and Sugawara should just stay over, as long as he sleeps on an air mattress in your bedroom,” your dad quietly offers. “Your mom is okay with it too.”

And that’s how you knew Koushi would be the man you would marry one day.

Suna:

Your parents have known that you’ve had a boyfriend, but they haven’t met him yet, so of course, you thought that the holidays would be a great time to introduce them to Suna!

Though Suna was a little apprehensive in accepting just because he doesn’t know what to expect. He wants to be able to impress your parents for sure, but how? He wondered if your family was like you, or were they different?

You convinced him anyway.

He asks for advice from his old teammates as for what to bring as a gift to your parents. Osamu and Kita both suggested bringing food, but for once, Atsumu was sensible and suggested buying wine for them.

Initially, your parents couldn’t form an opinion on Suna while you all were eating dinner. He wasn’t super open and answered any questions with short responses. 

You pulled him away to let him know that, and he processed that information. He’s losing and he can’t afford to lose, not with a girl like you.

Suna’s got his game face on and he’s willing to go out of his comfort zone to win.

Suddenly, he brings on the charm, and is genuinely interested in getting to know your family, because who knows? Maybe one day this will be his family too.

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Leg Warmer

A/N: this Christmas, as a gift to myself, I’m writing more brainless fluff with my comfort au instead of touching my wips…

Pairing: kitsune!Miya Atsumu x reader

Word count: 1135

(more of the modern magic au here)

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The wind was howling as people around you held their coats and scarves tightly to their bodies before rushing past. It was hard to keep your feet planted on the ground with each strong push of the wind at your back, threatening to make you stumble forward if you didn’t put all your focus on maintaining balance.

The fact that you were holding a huge plastic bag with your fried chicken takeout was not helping your case even for one bit.

Stupid Atsumu, you cursed under your breath as each inhale of the cold air had your throat tickling at how chilly it was. You two usually had a “I’ll go this time and you’ll go the next” policy when it comes to running errands, but the reality was that neither of you wanted to step one foot out of the comforts of your home in this dire winter season and like other mature adults, you two decided to settle this with the most civil, fair way possible.

You couldn’t believe that of all the times you won in rock, paper, scissors it was now of all times that luck had betrayed you.

One final turn at the corner of the streets sent you back to your apartment complex, and you let out a sigh in relieve as the inviting door of your home got closer and closer with each heavy step you took. Your arms were starting to feel sore from holding up the boxes of food for too long, and laying down for a nap in front of the kotatsu had never sounded like a better idea.

You pressed on the doorbell and waited for your dumb fox of a boyfriend to come open the door for you. You were too lazy to fish out your keys and the least he could do after sending you out to get takeout in freezing cold winter was to open the door for you oncr you get back.

Maybe you would let him have the drumstick tonight if he is a good little fox and offers his nice soft tail as a foot warmer for your services.

But there was no sound, no footstep or lazy voice answering the doorbell coming from the other end of the door.

You groaned, hooking the bags all on one arm as you rummaged through your bag to grab your keys. 

“I’m home…” you mumbled as you kicked your shoes off, letting out a relieved sigh when you finally got to put down the food you had been carrying onto the table. 

Looking around the house, you could not see Atsumu anywhere. He was just sitting in front of the kotatsu as he watched you go out, where the hell was he now?

“Tsumu?” you poked into the corridor to find that your bedroom was also empty. Had he gone out? He wouldn’t, not when it was so cold outside and he was near falling asleep right when you left anyways. 

Falling asleep… falling asleep?

Crouching down in front of the table that sat right in front of your couch, you lifted up the blanket that draped across it and looked inside. There he was, or should you say “it” when he was all fox and no human underneath the cosy kotatsu that was emitting a lovely warmth. The orange bundle of fur was all spread out lazily underneath the table and right below where the heater was installed. His belly rose and fell with each breath, the soft fleece of his tail vibrating as he napped.

The nerve of him to be here sleeping with his stomach out while you were out suffering the cold.

Keep reading

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i’d be posting some time soon. i. . . uh. . . kinda forgot how to write self-inserts? hehe.

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▸ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!!

▸ shrine visit | dad!m. atsumu × f!reader | fluff, domestic | 500+ words

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▸ title: shrine visit ▸ details: m. atsumu × f!reader and son | 700+ words | fluff, domestic ▸ more details: unedited. welcome to my new blog! feedback is highly appreciated!

"Osamu-kun?" you called from your phone while waiting for your rented taxi to arrive. You did your best to finish all the things you have to work on as soon as possible. The last thing you want is to break a promise you've made to your son. "I didn't manage to catch them here. Would you mind calling me if ever you see them?" You adjusted the ornament you've placed on your hair. "And try to keep them from going anywhere?"

Osamu calls your name after chuckling. "Take a deep breath, dork." You frowned upon hearing his playful way of addressing you. "I could see them from here." Then, he briefly paused. "Seriously, he's looking more and more like him every passing day!" he exclaims.

You sigh in relief after learning that you don't have to search the entire place to find your husband and son.

"Oh, please. Tell me more about it," you replied before a cab stops in front of you. "My ride is here," you told him as you enter the vehicle. "Were they wearing their matching yukatas?"

Instead of hearing a response to your question, you heard your husband's voice from the other line. . . along with the soft sniffling of your son. "Your mom will be here too. I've told you earlier, right? Don't you trust me?"

"Who would trust your face, scrub?"

You shook your head upon hearing Osamu's response and you could already imagine the frown on Atsumu's face. Those two. . . they'll probably piss off each other until they're wrinkly.

Your string of thoughts was interrupted by Osamu calling your son. "I thought you said you look more handsome than your father?" Your son's sobs were becoming more quiet. "Do you remember that picture I've shown you before? The one where that scrub was wailing?"

"Ung. . . he doesn't look that good in that one."

"That's right. But you know, you kinda look a lot like him in that picture while you're wailing."

"I see nothing wrong with that!" your husband retorted. Then, there was a pregnant pause. "STOP HANGING OUT WITH MY SON, YOU SCRUB!"

You pursed your lips as you try to keep yourself from laughing out loud. Oh, how you wish you could witness everything while they're bantering. It's been awhile since they acted this way. In front of your son, that is.

Your eyes glimmered as you approach the nearby temple where you three planned to visit that night. As soon as the cab stopped, you immediately stepped out the vehicle and head upstairs.

If you were in a different situation, you would certainly appreciate the structure of the century old stone walls and stairs. Upon arriving at the end of the stairs, you roamed your eyes until you've spotted the spot where most food carts are located.

You instantly spotted the three dorks because (1) who wouldn't recognize Miya Atsumu? (2) Almost everyone who knows Onigiri Miya's been looking forward to try them tonight. (3) They're awfully loud.

"Tsumu—"

"Oh, you're here." You raised your eyebrow as he turns his attention back at his twin. "Wait, you're here?" he asked as soon as he snapped his head towards your direction, with his eyes widening.

Your son started making a fuss, wanting to run towards your and shower you with affection. However, instead of heeding his son's request, Atsumu walks towards you before placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to make it," he whispers as his lips hovers over yours.

"Wouldn't miss this night for the world," you responded before turning to your son. "I told you I'd be here," you told your son after taking him from Atsumu's arms.

Your son immediately nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck with his arms wrapped around you, as if he was afraid that you're going anywhere without him. “I’m here,” you said softly before pressing your lips against his temple. “I’m sorry for not waking you up earlier before leaving.”

“He finished his breakfast earlier,” Atsumu began as his hand rests on your lower back. “I almost messed up our lunch though,” he added before kissing the top of your head. “Luckily, I found your note.”

“I knew you would mess it up,” you joked.

Atsumu lightly pinched your hip earning a giggle from you. “You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbles, making you smile.

“I know.” 

▸ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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▸ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ.

TAGLIST

▸ general taglist — in general taglist, you’ll be included/tagged in everything that i’ll write regardless of the fic’s rating. the things that i will write ranges from sfw to darker nsfw (which have cw/tw.) please note that you don’t have to choose anything else once you chose this because by default, you’ll be tagged on the long fics and smaus as well.  

▸ fluff only taglist — in fluff only taglist, you’ll be tagged in every fluff that i’ll write. headcanons, scenarios, fics, and even smaus that are fluff and free from angst. this taglist is free from any tw, unless stated. (ex. if i were to write hurt/comfort stories, i’ll probably tag them with warning.)  

▸ angst only taglist — in angst only taglist, you’ll be tagged in every angst stories that i’ll write. headcanons, scenarios, fics and even smaus that are agonizing and tear-jerking. this taglist is slightly free from tw, unless stated. (ex. if i were to push through my plans for a cheater!series, it’ll be tagged with tw: cheating)  

▸ sfw taglist — in sfw taglist, you’ll be tagged in both fluffy and angsty stories that i’ll write. headcanons, scenarios, fics and even smaus that ranges from tooth-rotting sweetness to heartbreaking sadness. this taglist is slightly free from tw, unless stated. (ex. if i were to push through my plans for a cheater!series, it’ll be tagged with tw: cheating. or if i were to write a comfort fic, i’ll tag them with warning if needed.)  

▸ nsfw taglist — in nsfw taglist, you’ll be tagged in stories with themes that aren’t suitable for everyone that i’ll write. headcanons, scenarios, fics and even smaus that ranges from stories that’ll make you hot and bothered to stories that’ll make you feel uncomfortable and scared (maybe). this taglist is not free from tw. also, this is not limited to smut.

▸ darker nsfw taglist — in darker nsfw taglist, you’ll be tagged in stories with themes that aren’t suitable for everyone. headcanons, scenarios, fics and even smaus that ranges from stories that’ll make you bothered af to stories that’ll make you feel vulnerable (hopefully). this taglist is definitely not free from tw. also, this is not limited to smut.

SIMPLYELLIOT WON’T WRITE…

▸ …anything related to or involving religions — this EXCLUDES the typical filipino traditions like simbang gabi, flores de mayo, and fiestas which celebrates a city or town’s patron saint. i have a very little idea about other religions’ beliefs and practices.

▸ …anything related to or involving politicians/politics — that’s one exhausting shit/topic right there. so, nah. however, if this is for royalty au, i might consider.

▸ …anything related to or involving a person’s race/nationality — this EXCLUDES filipino and requests that doesn’t mention a particular race/nationality. i might misrepresent you and your country, so nope.

▸ …stories that has m!reader insert or other gender insert — the last thing i want is to butcher that character’s character. i have a very limited knowledge about other genders and i might end up basing the characters from assumptions and things posted online. I WILL, HOWEVER, WRITE SOME GN!READER which will use they/them pronouns.

▸ …requests that involves the kinks that i have no plans of writing — i’d rather not kinkshame others with their kinks so i think it’s better if i’ll just keep myself from writing some kinks under the classifications of roughness/pain and bdsm, gore/torture/death, vore & unbirth, unclean themes and play, and watersports and scat. just… no.

FORMS (AVAILABLE)

▸ taglist

▸  commission — not yet available. | for more information with regards to commissions, click here or check out the about me post.

ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

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▸ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏɢ, ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.

THE BLOG

▸ date established: 10-22-2020  

▸  request status: not accepting any requests.  

▸ ask box status: anon open. open for communication/interaction.

▸ taglist: not yet open.

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MY WORKS

▸ note! every character that i’ll be writing for are aged-up. also, do not even tell me that they’re minors because darling… they’re not. most of them if not all of them are older than me.

▸ features f!readers/gn!readers. althought i’m still working on improving my skills in writing gender neutral characters, or character that’s neutral in general.

▸ i’m kinda new in the content warning/trigger warning since i don’t use them before, so please, do not hesitate to message me if i missed to tag/label my works properly.

▸ [nsfw] kinks i won’t write: some kinks under roughness/pain and bdsm, gore/torture/death, vore & unbirth, unclean themes & play, watersports & scat

ABOUT ME

▸ aspiring writer from the philippines since 2013. still struggling, but i can proudly say that i’ve improved a lot since that year. i’m currently attending a bridging program so that i could finally earn a degree. there’s a huge possibility that i wouldn’t be able to update everyday because of my classes.

▸ i tend to breakdown/doubt my works/myself very often. a compliment or feedback about my work would immensely help me lift my mood.

▸ i apologize in advance if i’m not that good in communicating. i’m not sure how to keep a conversation alive.

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▸ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ 18+ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɢ. ▸ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ.

FOR MY WORKS

▸ general tags— #mtsm: writings , #mtsm: colored pages , #mtsm: sfw , #mtsm: nsfw , #mtsm: darker fics , #haikyuucreations

▸  for haikyuu!!— #mtsm: haikyuu!! , #mtsm: haikyuu!! fluff , #mtsm: haikyuu!! angst , #mtsm: haikyuu!! smut , #mtsm: haikyuu!! darker , #mtsm: karasuno , #mtsm: aoba johsai ,  #mtsm: nekoma ,  #mtsm: fukurodani , #mtsm: shiratorizawa , #mtsm: itachiyama , etc.      

▸ for bnha— #mtsm: bnha , #mtsm: bnha fluff ,  #mtsm: bnha angst , #mtsm: bnha smut , #mtsm: bnha darker , #mtsm: bnha heroes , #mtsm: bnha villains

▸ for shokugeki no soma— #mtsm: shokugeki no soma , #mtsm: sns fluff , #mtsm: sns angst , #mtsm: sns smut , #mtsm: sns darker , etc.

▸ for tw— i’ll be using the general tw/cw tags. if you’ve already blocklisted the tags, then you won’t see my works with tw.

MY RANDOM RBS AND RAMBLES

▸ #mtsm: rambles—just me talking nonsense. maybe some teasers for my works. idk.

▸ #mtsm: tbd—i’m using the general tbd.

▸ #mtsm: fic recs—stories i’ve read that i love. might contain nsfw and yandere-themed stories.

▸ #mtsm: to read—i don’t have that much free time, so this one will serve as my bookmark. i can’t simply just like them because it might end up ignored. i tend to like to many things in tumblr.

▸ #mtsm: general rb—i reblog some writing stuffs, some ‘wish/lucky’ posts, fanarts from talented artists, etc.

INTERACTIONS

▸ #mtsm: interactions—general tag for every asks that i receive. including tag games.

▸  #mtsm: anon—every anon asks sent to me. excluding the negative ones, which are deleted immediately. again, this blog will not tolerate anon hate towards my blog or other people’s blog.  

▸  #mtsm: en prends—i adopted this tag from my blog keiyoomi. here’s where you’ll find my interactions with my moots and even followers that i’ve conversed in the past.

▸ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ.